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THEY. HAD A HEIGHT CHART. WHY IS THAT THE SWEETEST THING EVER IM SO ILL
#kickin it#kickin' it#dylan riley snyder#olivia holt#leo howard#mateo arias#they also call mateo âteoâ omg
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- boo gi nights costumes !!
#kickin' it#kickin it#kickin it gifs#kickin' it gifs#kickingifs#jack brewer#leo howard#kim crawford#milton krupnick#olivia holt#dylan riley snyder#jerry martinez#mateo arias#rudy gillespie#jason earles#eddie jones#alex jones#lunch lady marge#loni love#falafel phil#dan ahdoot#frank bickle#wayne dalglish#so many tags#disaffectedgifs
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Milton: Kim and Jerry are basically the same person. Theyâre both stubborn, hotheaded and brutally honest.
Jack: Oh dear lord, Iâm dating Jerry!
Milton: Duh!
Jack: Aww, I kinda love that.
#first post!!#source: new girl#kickin it#incorrect quotes#incorrect kickin it#disney#disney xd#disney channel#incorrect disney quotes#olivia holt#kim crawford#jerry martinez#mateo arias#milton krupnick#dylan riley snyder#jack brewer#leo howard#kick#jack and kim#kim and jack#jack x kim#kim x jack#jack brewer and kim crawford
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¿téo?'s music is really good but a lot of those songs make you want to commit a lot of sins
#how many children have been conceived to this man's discography#music#mateo arias#kickin it#like im so dead ass#me and ur maker??#what's on ur mind??
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First Girl I Loved (2016) Kerem Sanga
January 6th 2023
#first girl i loved#2016#kerem sanga#dylan gelula#brianna hildebrand#mateo arias#pamela adlon#tim heidecker#cameron esposito#erik griffin#jennifer prediger
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so i didn't know who the guys in rock bones were but now one of them looks familiar after watching a bit of soy luna...it's pedro aka mateo aka gastĂłn vietto... what show am i even watching at this point?? i'm a bit confused
there is so many actors in soy luna that were also in violetta it's confusing đ
#violetta#soy luna#pedro arias#mateo#rock bones#gastĂłn vietto#send help idk what show i'm even watching
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Starting Cora Reilly's born in blood saga and Luca's POV is so much more interesting. Not because Aria and the others are bad or boring characters but the Vitiello brothers have the exiting life and their banter is so great.
Also it's so satisfying going from Aria's gut retching fear to Luca's immediate protective instinct.
#aria thinking he's going to hurt her and he instantly wants to kill everyone who looks at her the wrong way#mateo is my favorite bastard#cora reilly#born in blood#luca vitiello#mateo vitiello
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đș Commission for Romulus_View on X!
Introducing Mateo Antonio Arias Rodriguez: cowboy, legendary boxer by day, werewolf vigilante by night. đ„đ„
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Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller AU Fanfiction
Content Warning: 18+ This story includes mature themes such as drinking, stalking, violence, and explicit smut. Minors, do not interact.
Chapter 17: Anyone
word count: 4.3k
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Gwen
Contrary to my scheme several weeks ago, I severely wish I had had more time to find a costume for tonight. Three days just wasnât enough time. Now Iâm standing in front of a mirror, in a bodysuit two sizes too small, wishing I could cover up. If I was still hell-bent on making Joel uncomfortable, this outfit would have done it.
I originally thought my hair would be the statement, as my blonde waves had been styled to be the curliest they could manage. Which, apparently, was quite curly. Aria was beyond excited that I was working with Brissel, and she used probably half a tub of curl-defining cream. After Mateo added a red lip, they left for another booking. Now, Iâm alone with what is essentially lingerie. Evelyn had sent me a judge costume to ensure I was completely covered, whereas Harper had sent over a fireman costume that consisted primarily of shiny red leather. I added tights underneath the bodysuit for some extra coverage, but if it werenât for the miniature hat fastened atop my head, I could easily pass as some scantily-clad superhero. Especially with the added high-heeled, red leather boots. The outfit highlighted my curves so much that I considered being a judge for a moment. That is, before Harper texted me a picture of her dalmatian costume, telling me how excited she was that we were going to match. Damn her too-good-for-this-earth smile.
A few months ago, I would wear this without hesitation. Iâd go with the intention tonight of getting as many likes as possible, impressing the brand with my engagement, having fun with my friends, and potentially taking another man home. And I despised, despised, the fact that now, for the first time, Iâm actually nervous to walk out in front of Joel. I hike up the strapless front a little higher, and grimace when that only seems to draw attention to my chest even more.
Tonightâs about having fun, Gwen. When did you start to give a shit about what other people think?
I shake out my arms and wiggle my shoulders, shimmying away all the anxious energy on my way to the door.
Joel is waiting in the living room, just as I expected. I know he heard me coming, as the click-clacking of these shoes would guarantee, but heâs busy looking down at his phone.
I asked him earlier to wear the suit he wore to the wedding, minus the bowtie. I might have been imaginingâor god forbid wishingâthings, but I think there was a touch of excitement when I asked. And a small smile makes its way to my face now that heâs obliged me.
âIâm all set,â I announce, starting to make my way to the elevator.
This gets his attention, though only momentarily. Joel looks away as soon as he sees me, which quickly makes my face match my bodysuit. My heart hammers in my chest, noting how his free hand clenches into a fist.
âAlright,â He clears his throat, following behind me, eyes now on the floor.
âThereâs just one more thing before we goâŠâ I find the small package in the second hall closet, handing him the box with a smirk.
Joel rummages through the contents for a moment. âAre you giving me a uniform now?â
âItâs a costume. Badge, sunglasses, little pen that you can pretend has a flash in it. You can be one of the Men in Black.â
He pulls out the badge as if heâs dismantling a bomb.
âIâm assuming it will be a big fat no, but I toned it down just in case. This way no one will question your ever-present frown.â
Joel gives me a look, even as he fastens the badge to his lapel.
âYouâve assumed incorrectly.â
I ignore the giddy feeling moving up through my toes with a shrug. âThereâs a first time for everything. Donât forget the tie.â
Joel puts the sunglasses on next, and they sit a little too well on his smoothed hair. Secretly, I had hoped that he would style it just as he had at the wedding. The fact that he has makes it even more difficult not to stare as he puts the pen in his pocket and slings the tie around his neck. Watching his hands as he affixes it, so carefully and controlled, a thought shoots through my mind like lightning. His hands wrapping the fabric around my wrists, the sound it would make as it pulls it taut.
I drag myself over to press the elevator button, like putting space between us will somehow lessen the chances of him being a mind reader. I need to be out of telepathic earshot if that sort of thing is going to pop into my head.
After the trek to Brooklyn, made easier by Rodâs aversion to following traffic laws, we arrive at the event. Joel had told me there was no back entrance, as the club for the L'ensemble and Brissel event was quite small in comparison to some of Russell Corporation's events. There are only a handful of photographers outside, and it looks as though two of them were hired by the event organizers themselves. It offers me a little relief as I grab Joelâs offered hand, stepping out to the flashing lights. This part, Iâm used to. Ironically, I was more covered in this sexed-up fireman costume than I was in my dress for the last gala. With Joel standing behind me to the left, itâs a little easier to pose as I normally would, fluffing my hair and pushing my hips to the side.
A couple of them call my name, asking for different angles. The side-eye Joel gives the one who asks for a back-shot doesnât go unnoticed. I smile at them, giving a quick thanks, before heading inside with Joelâs hand hovering behind me as usual. Any composed, photo-ready smile turns cheesy and borderline goofy when I see a spotted pair of ears bouncing on over to me.
âYou made it!â Harper squeals, wrapping me into a big hug. I find myself waiting until she lets go first.
âI missed you,â I say as quietly as I can. Her green eyes shine, squeezing my hand. I didnât tell her about the flowers. I only said that there was a false alarm at the wedding and Iâve decided that having a bodyguard is a good idea, once and for all. I also may have embellished how much work is stressing me out. Not that it wasnât, but having an excuse to my radio silence that wouldnât involve scaring her was helpful.
âHey Joel! Love the costume.â Harper smiles at him. He does his best to match her enthusiasm, and fails.
âThank you, itâs uh, it was all herâMiss Russell.â His sunglasses sit just far enough down his nose that I can see him look over at me before looking away just as fast.
âThis looks incredible!â I pivot, perking up as I take in the disco balls mixed with cobwebs and purple lighting.
âThank you! I had zero part in it,â She beams. âEveryone else is already here. Câmon!â Harper drags me through the crowd of people, pointing out different setups along the walls of new products for people to try. âThe marketing director is here, I think sheâll want to snap a few pictures of you with the products later. Especially with that hair of yours, because damn.â
âIt was all Ariaâs idea.â
âWas it her idea to go with my costume instead of Evelynâs?â
I lean forward so that Joel wonât be able to hear, even though the music around is pounding. âWas it your idea to purposely size down this thing? I can hardly breathe.â
Harper radiates mischief, looking over her shoulder. âOf course not. It was Nyahâs.â
Speaking of the devil herself, she dressed the part. Complete with a sparkly black and red pitchfork.
âGive us a spin!â She points the styrofoam weapon at me, and I do as she commands even with an eyeroll.
âI hear I have you to blame for this,â I canât help but smile at her satisfied expression.
âWell,â she bends down to my ear, âIf I had known, I would have bought you a little alien number instead.â She wiggles her eyebrows at me, eyes flicking up to Joel before she gives him a small wave.
âYouâre never going to give that up, are you?â
âNot until you give in. You know you want to,â Nyah practically sings.
âGwen, hi!â Elijah saves me from the possibility of answering that rhetorical question.
âHey Elijah,â I bring him into a hug as Landon approaches behind us.
âA firefighter? Very hot,â Landon winks. Elijah and them are dressed asâŠ
âDetectives?â I ask, looking back and forth between their old school caps and the pipe hanging out of Landonâs mouth.
âSherlock and Watson,â Elijahâs ecstatic smile gives Harperâs a run for her money. My heart melts seeing how Landon smiles at him, and I canât help but return it.
âWe need some drinks!â Harper declares, loud enough for some people behind us to holler back in agreement.
Two tequila sodas later, I finish up my photo op with Brissel. Ada, the marketing director, is so down-to-earth that I forget that Iâm being paid to promote them. Weâve made plans to get coffee before Nyah and the rest of the group are begging me to make our way to the second floor, where the real fun begins.
They must have fit two to three hundred people in the already cramped space. The floor lights up in different hues of purple, each square combining to form a kaleidoscope. The music was even louder up here than the floor below, and dozens of people crowd toward the DJ, mimicking his hand motions. Nyah pulls us into the middle of the dance floor, with Landon and Elijah quickly making the excuse that they needed more drinks. They take our orders, but I donât expect to see them for some time. The way they keep looking at each other⊠theyâre probably going to find some dark corner to âinvestigate.â
Joel lingers close to my side, standing as straight as an arrow, eyes hidden behind his glasses.
âSo theyâre already at the matching coupleâs costume phase, huh?â I ask the girls before Harper can spin in too many circles for her to see or hear straight.
âApparently. Who knew Landon would be such a lover?â Nyah muses.
âAre we still allowed to be commitment-phobes?â Harper asks, âIf all of you start to get into relationships Iâll be pissed.â
âI donât fall into that category, if you recall.â Nyah flips her hair over her shoulder, making Harper laugh.
âOkay, two long-term relationships make you exempt. Gwen?â
Again, that weird twinge of embarrassment whips through my chest. Why did I wish Joel was on the other side of the room right now?
âYou know the answer to that.â I try to be as vague as possible, but Harperâs eyes widen with glee.
âThank god,â She reaches for my hand, spinning me around. That, at least, makes me laugh before I stumble backwards, Joelâs arm reaching out to steady me.
Itâs not a conscious decisionâto look up at him. But everything in my body pulls my eyes upward, the way tourists do after taking their first steps outside of Grand Central. Except even now, I still havenât tired of the view.
Of New York, I mean. Obviously.
Joel doesnât pull his eyes away, but he arches a brow, the slightest ghost of a smile on his face. âYou alright?âWhy does New Yorkâs accent have to come out so strong when he asks that?
I square my shoulders, which seems to give him some idea that I want his arm to leave my back, though that isnât the case.
âYou could move a little, you know. Unless youâre just getting into character.â
Joel adjusts his tie, âYeah. Not really my kind of music. Or dancing, for that matter.â
âI canât imagine there is a kind of dancing you do enjoy,â I challenge, leaning forward to close some of the space between us. I can feel both Nyah and Harperâs eyes burn into the side of my face, even though they keep moving to the beat. Iâll get shit for this later, Iâm sure. Theyâll call it flirting, and Iâll tell them theyâre reading into it too much. I have just enough alcohol in my system to not read into it at all.
âWell, maybe you just havenââ
I feel a tap on my arm as Joel stiffens beside me. Turning to my right, I come face to face, more like face to chest, with another fireman. Tall, burly, and dirty blonde. At least from what I could see poking out from underneath his hat. His hat, suspenders, and thick âfireproofâ pants were the bigger indications of his costume, seeing as his chest was bare.
âIf this place gets any hotter, you and I will be put to work.â He smiles, exposing teeth so white I wonder if theyâre veneers.
I fight the urge to cringe. I do one, quick glance over to Harper and Nyah to confirm that they were, in fact, watching this interaction the way a cat watches a laser pointer. I have to entertain him, just a little. Otherwise there will be an onslaught of questions tomorrow.
âI hope not. You arenât exactly suited up for it,â I point to his abs. His eyes twinkle with excitement, the way all menâs do when their pickup line is well received.
âSpeak for yourself!â He shouts over the music, eyeing my costume down to the boots. âThat outfit may burn the place down on its own.â
In an effort to avoid him looking even longer at my breasts, I change the conversation. âIâm Gwen,â I stick out my hand, forcing him to look me back in the eye.
âGwen? Iâm Aidan.â
Aidan keeps a hold of my hand, spinning me gently so that Iâm mainly facing away from him. Iâm sure he intends it to be intimate, but it only makes me acutely aware of how rigid Joel has gone next to me. His sunglasses are still in place, but I know heâs watching every breath of this interaction.
âYouâre absolutely beautiful,â Aidan says in my ear, as quietly as the music will allow. âIâve been trying to come over here since you walked in.â
I twist my head to look up at him. âThank youâŠâ
In truth, he is very good looking. Exactly the type of distraction I would normally gravitate towards. So why am I unable to return the compliment? Why canât I think of any sort of reply other than the basics?
âDo you live in Brooklyn?â Not my best, but at least itâs something.
Aidan starts to rock us back and forth, his hand dropping to my waist.
âI couldnât help but overhear that this guy wouldnât dance with you.â He ignores my question entirely. âAny guy in here would be crazy not to.ââOh,â I let out an awkward, forced laugh, âYeah, not everyone is up for it, I guess.â
âI am,â His hand grazes lower, down to the front of my thigh. The thin layer of my tights doesnât feel like enough of a barrier. He pushes me against him by doing so, and I can feel the heat from his chest against my back.
All of this is normal. Swiveling my hips, hearing him hum in approval, lulling my head back to rest against him while we sway to the music.
This feeling, however, is not.
My heart is pumping almost double the speed it normally would after a few songs. The heat Aidan is giving off begins to feel stifling, and I feel a couple beads of sweat drip down my back. And thereâs this weird twist in my stomach as the thought of the note flashes through my mind. It takes everything in my power not to look over at Joel who is both painfully close to us and still not close enough. I do catch Nyahâs smirk at one point, both of the girls then turning around to find their own dance partners. When they do so, it feels like the crowd around us pulls tighter inward. Like even if something were to happen right now, and Joel was close by, there would still be nowhere for us to go. Nowhere to run. And as I catch a whiff of Aidanâs cologne, I think once again of the note.
I can only wait and wonder if you smell just as sweet.
This couldnât be him, could it?
The thought leaves me frozen, back arched against Aidan. It could be anyone. What are the odds that my stalker would be at this party? It was invite-only. Maybe he could have followed me, but getting in would be incredibly difficult. I should have asked him if he knew who I was to gauge his reaction, but that idea makes me feel nauseous. Iâve never wanted to be someone who assumed everyone knew who I was. Most of the time, I went by completely unbothered. This is probably just another guy, like any other night.
ButâŠwhat if itâs not? What if it is him? What if heâs this close to my friends, and to Joel? What if I put everyone in danger just by showing up tonight?
The room feels darker, and I now feel encased by Aidanâs arm. He hasnât even noticed Iâve stopped dancing, or if he has, heâs chosen to ignore it. The quick, rhythmic beat around us clashes with the unsteady, erratic pounding in my chest, and I start to shake my head, pulling away from Aidan. At first, he pulls back, maybe assuming itâs part of some move or something.
âIâum, Iâm sorry,â I break away, facing him with an apologetic smile. His face is flushed, not even looking at mine. His eyes glaze over my body only, and I know he barely heard me. Just to my right, Joel still stands, straighter and stiffer than Iâve seen him before. Though since Iâve pulled away from Aidan, Joel has taken half a step in between us. Iâm glad I canât see what his eyes are focused on.
âCâmere,â Aidan says over the music, reaching for me again. My heart hasnât stopped racing, and I lurch back, immediately embarrassed by my response. I canât see any of my friends nearby as I turn to push through the crowd. When I feel a presence close behind me, panic shoots down my arms. Until the familiar scent of spice fills my senses, and I know itâs just Joel, doing his job.
I continue to push through the crowd until I see the doors to a balcony, and the promise of fresh air calls to me like a siren.
âMiss Russell,â I hear Joelâs gruff voice behind me, but I donât turn around. âMiss Russell, slow down.â
I canât. There isnât enough air in here. And heâs with me anyway. Why should I slow down? I push past the last crowd of people with relative ease, almost stumbling against the railing, letting the chilly air hit my skin. I focus on the alleyway below, wondering how many breaths it will take to feel normal again.
âMiss Russell,â Joel repeats, placing only one hand on the railing to my left so he can face me instead. âWhatâs wrong?â
I shake my head. âNothing,â another deep breath, âI just needed aâmoment.â
Even from the corner of my eye I can see his eyebrow crease forming. He surveys the balcony, probably trying to assess how many people can eavesdrop, before lowering his voice. âDid Aidan do something?â
I didnât know he had been close enough to hear his name. That better be all he heard.
âWhat? No.â I roll my head to the side, stretching my neck. Despite all the dancing, I feel more tense than when we arrived. Thankfully, the music is quiet out here, and thereâs only a handful of people mulling about.
I can feel Joel looking at me, the concern pouring in even though I refuse to engage with it. It takes several minutes for me to feel like I have enough control over myself to stop gripping the railing as tightly, and eventually I can look elsewhere besides the alley.
Even with what I can see in my periphery, I still jump, looking at Joel startled as he places his suit jacket over my shoulders.
âYouâre shivering,â he says apologetically.
On some other night, several weeks ago, I would have objected before heâd even finished giving it to me. Now, I pull it tighter around myself, taking a long whiff of the comforting scent rolling off of it.
âThank you.â I try to give him a small smile.
âWhat happened?â Joel asks softly.
I shake my head again. âI donât know.â
I try to focus on the Manhattan lights in the distance, knowing that if I look at Joel as I ask this, Iâll feel far too weak. âDo you think it could be him?â
He doesnât answer me right away, but I know he understands. He just continues to watch me, as if trying to determine if I can handle his opinion.
âIt could be anyone,â his voice is gruff with honesty. âWhich is a good, and bad, thing.â
âRight,â I sniffle, hoping it will stave off the thick lump forming in my throat.
âI do think itâs unlikely. He had a confidence that I wouldnât anticipate from stalkers. Why send things to you if he has the balls to approach you in public?â
He still sounds just as honest, not that I would ever take Joel as someone who would sugarcoat anything. A virtue I very much appreciate.
âThatâs a good point,â I sigh, my heart rate slowing further.
âDonât sound too surprised.â
I finally turn towards him, his concern having sizzled, looking slightly relieved to have me make eye contact. And for the first time this evening, he doesnât instantly look away.
âContrary to popular belief, Miller, I do actually think you know how to do your job. If you didnât, you wouldnât be such a pain in the ass.â
He tries to hide his smile by looking out at the view. âIâm the one forced to wear a costume, but Iâm the pain in the ass?â
âI went easy on you! I could have made you a dalmatian with Harper.â I giggle, and he looks back at me with an unrestrained smile.
Iâm not sure Iâve seen him smile like this before. He has a dimple, for christâs sake. His entire face lights up, and it reminds me that there is a man in there that plays the guitar, and has nightmares, and always remembers to get me dinner when I forget to get it for myself.
Iâm screwed.
âAre you married?â
What the fuck? Why did I ask that? I would blame the tequila, but most of my buzz has faded. Much like Joelâs smile, now that itâs been replaced with surprise.
âNo.â
I want him to elaborate, but he doesnât.
Well, if heâs going to play coy.
âDo you have a significant other?â I try to phrase it correctly, remembering Nyahâs comment that he might not be into women. I suppose thatâs still a possibility, but thereâs a very irritating
amount of hope inside me that it isnât true.
âNo.â
I narrow my eyes. âReally? No relationship at all?â
âNo.â
âThat was a quick answer.â
âRelationships are complicated.â
âThat was a non-committal answer.â
âWhat answer do you want?â He sounds exasperated now.
âThe truth.â
Joel doesnât reply right away. I realize that with each breath, weâve been inching closer and closer to each other until weâre practically chest to chest. My breathing is back to being erratic, though for a completely different reason. For a second, Joelâs darkened eyes fall to my lips, and for a faster, almost undetectable moment, they fall to my chest. Unlike how I felt with Aidan, I didnât want him to look away. The nearly pained expression on his face makes heat pool in my belly, before dropping lowerâŠ
Joel clears his throat, taking a step back. Itâs a motion that wafts the cool air against my face, reminding me where I am.
âThe truth is I canât, really. It interferes with the job,â His voice is clipped, gaze focused on something off in the distance.
I doubt heâll look at me again for the rest of the night.
âI see.â
This is his career, after all. Judging by his temperament alone, he wouldnât do anything that could put that at risk. I shouldnât push him too, either. The stress of recent events has to be the explanation of all of this. Joel may be a handsome guy, but I can handle handsome. I must just be in need of a distraction.
You left a perfectly good distraction on the dance floor, Gwen.
Maybe I had no explanation, then. Which means I also donât have a good reason, so I need to let it go.
âI think Iâm ready to go home now, Mr. Miller.â
Joel nods, still refusing to look me in the eye. I start to unfurl myself from his jacket, but he just motions for me to start walking.
âKeep it. We have a long trip back.â
I donât bother arguing about how quick the walk outside to the car is, or how my seat will be heated. In part, because Iâm tired, but also in part because Iâd like to breathe in his scent a while longer. I pull the fabric tighter around me, clinging to the thought of his eyes and scent lingering, even as I make a mental promise to let these feelings go. Eventually.
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#joel miller#joel tlou#tlou fanfiction#joel miller x original character#tlou au#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller smut#joel miller au#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fic#hbo the last of us#other duties as assigned#mutual pining#bodyguard
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hey. rico from hannah montana and jerry from kickin' it are brothers, and rico is the older one.
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Idea for a Cast for the Next Twisted Metal
Crimson Fury - Agent Gorden Stone
To Arrest Calypso
Thumper - Joanie
To Confront Calypso and End the Tournament for Good
Darkside - Dollface
To be Loved by All
Yellow Jacket - Zachery Kane and his âAliveâ Father
To Fix His Dad
Outlaw - âOfficerâ Dean Hakem
Justice
Pit Viper - Xavier Mescal
To Duel Calypso
Warthog - General Celine Mason
A Weapon
Mr. Grimm - Kuro-Oni [Means Black Monster]
To Take Calypsos Soul
Hammerhead - Tray Slater (Rockstar)
To Be a Normal Person
Specter - Dirk P. Schmit
To be President
Crazy 8 - Madem Dread
To be Young Again
Axel - Axel
To Grant his Fathers Wish, but Really To Be Free from His Father
Shadow - Raven (Aria Corbeau)
To Avenge Friends and Boyfriend
Flower Power - Jake Rosenburg
Wants Plants to Take Over
Meter Maid - Oliver Carlson
To Give Calypso a Fine (or is he)
Pizza Boy - Conner Zhang
His Ride Tuned Up
Via Occiditis - Ian Coakley (A Ghost)
Retribution???
Mr. Slam - Simon Whittlebone
To Turn the World into His Architectural Masterpiece
Brimstone - Father Jebidiah
To See God
Slayer - Mr. and Mrs. Mannin (Sidd and Riley)
To Kill their Families
Old Briney - Rupert Anderson (is Bloated and Water-Logged Man)
To be Free from His Curse
Eir - Dr. Lovely
To Get Her Medical License Back
Beholder - Stefano Valintini
âArt Suppliesâ
Wanderer - Quinten (Rude British AI)
Hired to Assassinate Calypso
Sweet Tooth - Marcus Kane
To get rid of Needles Kane for Good
Twister - Sarah Watts
A Trophy for Winning Twisted Metal
Stargazer - Dennis Flanders
A Way for World Peace
Yeti - Alonso Carrasco
To Find his Brother
Pampas Cat - Mateo and Abel Soria [The 2 Kids from the Warthog Ending in Head-On]
To Avenge Their Town
Fourleaf - Quatro (Cyborg Bounty Hunter)
Came to Collect Bounty
Leviathan - Vincent & Brant
To Throw the Greatest Rave Ever
Krasue - Troung (Cage)
To be the Most Evil Man Serial Killer in the World
Stormfront - Aina Martin (Writer)
Inspiration
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Jack: Guys where did Jerry go?
Milton: He got arrested.
Jack: How-
Jerry: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.
#source: unknown#incorrect disney quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect kickin it#disney xd#disney channel#jerry martinez#mateo arias#jack brewer#leo howard#milton krupnick#dylan riley snyder#kickin' it#kickin it
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The Olympics are over, but I needed to give a shout-out to our delegation. We are not many, we didn't win much, but each single one of them gave it all and from here we fiercely supported and followed every single one until the end.
Thank you to all of our 91 participants, 4 medalists, and 14 diplomas. We're proud of all of you with our entire hearts.
Alejandro Solarte, Alexis Cuero, Alisson Cardozo, Ana MarĂa RendĂłn, AndrĂ©s HernĂĄndez, Ăngel Barajas, Ăngel HernĂĄndez, Ăngela Daniela BarĂłn, Angie Orjuela, Angie ValdĂ©s, Anthony RincĂłn, Anthony Zambrano, Arnovis Dalmero, Camilo Villegas, Carlos Alberto RamĂrez, Carlos Muñoz, Carolina Arias Vidal, Catalina PĂ©rez Jaramillo, CĂ©sar Herrera, Cristian Ortega, Daniel MartĂnez, Daniel Restrepo, Daniela Alexandra Arias Rojas, Daniela Caracas GonzĂĄlez, Daniela Montoya Quiroz, Diego Arboleda, Diego Arias, Erika Lasso, Evelis Aguilar, Fernando Gaviria, Flor Denis Ruiz, Gabriela Bolle, Geiner Moreno, Ilana Izquierdo Zanger, Ingrit Valencia, JazmĂn Ălvarez, Jenny Arias, Jhancarlos GonzĂĄlez, Jhon Edison RodrĂguez, Jhonny RenterĂa, Jorelyn Daniela CarabalĂ Martinez, Jorge EnrĂquez, Kevin Quintero, Lady Patricia Andrade Rodriguez, Laura Chalarca, Leicy Maria Santos Herrera, Liana Milena Salazar Vergara, Lina Licona, Linda Lizeth Caicedo Alegria, Lorena Arenas, Luis Felipe Uribe, Luis Javier Mosquera, Luisa Blanco, Luz Katherine Tapia Ramirez, Manuela GĂłmez, Manuela Pavi Sepulveda, Manuela Vanegas Cataño, Marcela Restrepo Valencia, Mari Leivis SĂĄnchez, MarĂa Camila Osorio, Maria Camila Reyes CalderĂłn, MarĂa Carolina VelĂĄsquez, Maria Catalina Usme Pineda, MarĂa JosĂ© Uribe, MarĂa Lucelly Murillo, Mariana PajĂłn, Martha Bayona, Mateo Carmona, Mateo Romero, Mauricio Ortega, Mayra Gaviria, Mayra Tatiana Ramirez RamĂrez, Natalia Linares, NicolĂĄs EchavarrĂa, Paula Patiño, Queen Saray Villegas, RenĂ© LĂłpez, Ronal Longa, Sandra Milena Sepulveda Lopera, Santiago Arcila, Santiago Buitrago, Stefania GĂłmez, Stefany Cuadrado, Valeria AraĂșjo, Valeria Arboleda, VĂctor Bolaños, Wendy Katerine Bonilla Candelo, Yeison LĂłpez, Yenny Ălvarez, YĂlmar GonzĂĄlez, Yirleidis Quejada Minota
#olympics 2024#colombia#comitĂ© olĂmpico colombiano#colombian olympic committee#(nightmade)#it's funny if you know that 22 of those 91 is just the fĂștbol team#Instagram
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underrated damcers from popular studios!
âą Club Dance: Rory Hanson, Taeya Stosich, Kimber Keffler, Avery Palacios, Harper Scates, Libby Jhonson, Olivia Serna, Jolene Serna, Payton De La Cerda, Bella Limnan, Kyle Young, Maddie Downs, Mariah Bland, Sailor Moyers, Emma Scott, Maysen Bosterer, Peyton Marble
âą Studio X: Juliana Markba, Alani Elseinstain, Abby Weber, Kambria Keegan, Taylor Luckman, Emma Santos, Braxy Montana, Cecily Renae, Kate Matthews, Hannah Martinez, Amarie Llanas, Kinsley Flores, Aurora Andreski, Brielle Arias, Karter Strong, Adrianna Villaegas, Lana Horton
âą Dance Deluxe: Livian Bailey, Brielle Bailey, Ariella Cousimano, Leighton Lyell, Adeline Louderback, Brooklyn Mueller, Harper Heinze, Adelina Quintanilla, Charlotte Hepting, Allie Aston, Emerson Mullan, Aria Bongiorno, Stella Roberts, Gavin Davis, Azury Romero, Mia Mateo, Sunday Smith ( just switched to elektro), Eva Gonzales
âąLarkin: Maisy Anderson, Audrey Allen, Brooklyn Williams, Bella Harris, Sailor Stormoen, Neala Murphy, Ruby Kramer, Chloe Adams, Lennon Larkin, Truett Ziemke, Jemma Einsembrai, Emilia Padeski, Scarlett Manzel, Evelyn Ringsiel, Claire Hansen, Chase Lang, Matissa Conrad, Maddie Khuliamp, Ginny Hickembotam-Western, Ginny Salinas, Lexie Charnstrom
OCPAA: Jolee Omaha, Avery Sison, Liana Sison, Miyoshi Solis, Mila Malone, Cerys Cogswell, Brinley Lowe, Hadley Berokoff, Reese Arkin, Sofia Valdez, Makenzie Rowland, Brady Reuss, Sophia Santamaria, Reagan Gold, Amelia Fazi, Mia Gonzalez, Holland Cooper, Aaliyah Ortiz, Kimiko Evans, Taylor Jhonson, Noelle Khoury, June Khoury, Mila Garg, Zoe Vicencia, Lennox Silva, Imani Moss-Byas
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